fill: counting bodies like sheep - knotting, underaged, dub/non-con, violence, incest - 7/10
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December 8 2011, 02:26:57 UTC
When Charles released him his hands came up to rest on Charles' shoulders, fingers slick against his skin. Charles was hard again. It was all the blood, maybe. Or just Erik's body twisting against his, and his fear, and his underlying need above all else.
"Don't hurt me," Erik said, voice choked somewhat.
"I would never," Charles replied fiercely. "I wouldn't." He wiggled one hand between the two of them, wrapped his fingers around Erik's flaccid cock. "This is good. you'll see." A few strokes was all it took, and Erik was burying his face in Charles' neck once again, thrusting his hips forward desperately. He liked this, wanted it, Charles could feel it wafting off him like heat, could hear it in the unsteady beat of his heart. Charles pulled back and put his free hand on Erik's chest, said calmly,"Look at this. look at yourself, Erik. do you see."
Erik lowered his gaze and groaned, bit his lip. A whisper. "I want. I want." The image made Charles' toes curl, of his mouth wrapped around - he scooted down, pushed Erik back, not caring that the hay was prickling at his skin. It tasted like blood, when Charles licked tentatively at the head, but then he realized it was just his hand, the bite wound opening once again. Charles didn't even notice the pain anymore, not with Erik's cock hot in his mouth and his own, heavy in between his legs.
It wasn't like this, all the times he fantasized about it, his own hand slick around his cock as Erik slept peacefully and unaware nearby. Charles had imagined it countless times, but nothing even came remotely close, as Erik canted his hips and his cock slid past Charles' lips, and he started when his teeth grazed sensitive flesh, but Charles only opened his mouth wider still to accommodate him.
Charles hollowed his cheeks and pushed his hand in between Erik's legs, but he wasn't prepared for the sudden burst of pleasure, and Erik coming, hot and dizzy and oh oh oh down his throat. He reared back because he couldn't breathe, and the rest of it splashed against his cheek and mouth. "Aaaahh," Charles said, and licked unconsciously at his lips.
"I'm sorry," Erik said, after a while, when Charles crawled up his body to kiss him, to smear blood and come on his face as well. "I didn't mean."
"It's okay, shhh." Charles felt a burst of love, almost otherworldly in intensity, and he sent it out, wrapped it around Erik, who responded to it like a dying plant to a sun. "Oh," Charles said, and it was so easy, offering this, of all things.
He kissed Erik again, lazy and languid and almost missed it when Erik mumbled, "Okay. you can, if you want."
Charles shook. "Are you sure," he asked. He didn't want Erik to change his mind. What if Erik changed his mind. Erik was already turning onto his hands and knees though, arching his spine and displaying himself.
"I'm sure," Erik said, but it was a hushed sigh more than anything else.
"I'm not sure," Charles said, uncertain now, even though it was what he wanted more than anything. More than anything. His cock was so hard it hurt, leaking and ready and waiting for Erik.
Erik said, "Please," and hung his head.
Charles said, "No, turn around." He swallowed. "I want." To see your face.
"Why." Erik grimaced, and when Charles touched his face it came away freshly wet, tears mingling with drying come and blood.
"I like seeing you like this," Charles admitted.
Erik spun around and sat down with a furious thump, wiping his arm across his face angrily. "You're just like them," he spat out, his rage sudden and intense. "You just enjoy-" Charles couldn't even deny it wasn't true. There was nothing wrong with him. He wasn't the one that had needed to be fixed. Couldn't be fixed, truth be told. Charles darted forward and bit at Erik's face, lapped up all that he could as Erik squirmed and gasped, until he face was clean once again, save for the tears that wouldn't stop coming.
"Don't hurt me," Erik said, voice choked somewhat.
"I would never," Charles replied fiercely. "I wouldn't." He wiggled one hand between the two of them, wrapped his fingers around Erik's flaccid cock. "This is good. you'll see." A few strokes was all it took, and Erik was burying his face in Charles' neck once again, thrusting his hips forward desperately. He liked this, wanted it, Charles could feel it wafting off him like heat, could hear it in the unsteady beat of his heart. Charles pulled back and put his free hand on Erik's chest, said calmly,"Look at this. look at yourself, Erik. do you see."
Erik lowered his gaze and groaned, bit his lip. A whisper. "I want. I want." The image made Charles' toes curl, of his mouth wrapped around - he scooted down, pushed Erik back, not caring that the hay was prickling at his skin. It tasted like blood, when Charles licked tentatively at the head, but then he realized it was just his hand, the bite wound opening once again. Charles didn't even notice the pain anymore, not with Erik's cock hot in his mouth and his own, heavy in between his legs.
It wasn't like this, all the times he fantasized about it, his own hand slick around his cock as Erik slept peacefully and unaware nearby. Charles had imagined it countless times, but nothing even came remotely close, as Erik canted his hips and his cock slid past Charles' lips, and he started when his teeth grazed sensitive flesh, but Charles only opened his mouth wider still to accommodate him.
Charles hollowed his cheeks and pushed his hand in between Erik's legs, but he wasn't prepared for the sudden burst of pleasure, and Erik coming, hot and dizzy and oh oh oh down his throat. He reared back because he couldn't breathe, and the rest of it splashed against his cheek and mouth. "Aaaahh," Charles said, and licked unconsciously at his lips.
"I'm sorry," Erik said, after a while, when Charles crawled up his body to kiss him, to smear blood and come on his face as well. "I didn't mean."
"It's okay, shhh." Charles felt a burst of love, almost otherworldly in intensity, and he sent it out, wrapped it around Erik, who responded to it like a dying plant to a sun. "Oh," Charles said, and it was so easy, offering this, of all things.
He kissed Erik again, lazy and languid and almost missed it when Erik mumbled, "Okay. you can, if you want."
Charles shook. "Are you sure," he asked. He didn't want Erik to change his mind. What if Erik changed his mind. Erik was already turning onto his hands and knees though, arching his spine and displaying himself.
"I'm sure," Erik said, but it was a hushed sigh more than anything else.
"I'm not sure," Charles said, uncertain now, even though it was what he wanted more than anything. More than anything. His cock was so hard it hurt, leaking and ready and waiting for Erik.
Erik said, "Please," and hung his head.
Charles said, "No, turn around." He swallowed. "I want." To see your face.
"Why." Erik grimaced, and when Charles touched his face it came away freshly wet, tears mingling with drying come and blood.
"I like seeing you like this," Charles admitted.
Erik spun around and sat down with a furious thump, wiping his arm across his face angrily. "You're just like them," he spat out, his rage sudden and intense. "You just enjoy-" Charles couldn't even deny it wasn't true. There was nothing wrong with him. He wasn't the one that had needed to be fixed. Couldn't be fixed, truth be told. Charles darted forward and bit at Erik's face, lapped up all that he could as Erik squirmed and gasped, until he face was clean once again, save for the tears that wouldn't stop coming.
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